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"And who are you? He actually dared to boast so shamelessly! Student Ye is someone that even Teacher Zi appreciates, how can you allow yourself to slander him! "

"Also, we are not playing around. We are competing in calligraphy!"

Qimu merely smiled. Before she could open her mouth, the timid Yun Qi had already rushed to the front and pointed at the two people who were incompatible with each other. He started to fight for Qimu.

Sun Xiucai glanced at the short and short Yun Qi. Seeing that it was a boy who was still childish, he did not mind at all. He waved the folding fan in his hand. His appearance was quite tacky as he said in a disdainful tone,

"Where did this little boy come from?" How can you interrupt an adult's speech? "Let's go to the side and play."

Seeing that Xiao Yun Qi was trembling from anger, Qimu smiled helplessly and pulled him behind her to protect him.

Yun Qi was still young, but he hated it when people said he was young. Sun Peifu's words had directly pierced his heart. It would be strange if this guy wasn't angry.

Qimu calmly faced the two uninvited people and said with a faint smile:

"Confucius: a man of honor, a vile character. I am Chang Qi Wei. Since I agreed to it that day, I will naturally not go back on my word. Student Sun, you should worry about yourself first."

"You are still the first in C class, but before C class, you still have B class and A class. If you lose your first place in front of the A and B class, that would be equivalent to losing the face of the entire C class."

"I presume that if that's the case, Student Sun's days won't be too good, right? Taking advantage of this time, Student Sun might as well burn some incense at the last minute. Perhaps you can get Buddha's blessing and protect your face."

There was an unwritten rule for Poetry Competition s, which was that the first four classes in the inner sect must be the first, and must participate in the poetry meet.

The fingers holding the folding fan could not help but tighten. If the other students of C class were present, they would definitely applaud and cheer for Qimu. Qimu's words were enough to cause the hearts of the C class students to clench, making it sound as if she was telling the truth.

Sun Peifu was a very successful person and loved to show off. However, because of the fact that he was the first in the class and had a wealthy background, no one in the class was willing to be the first to speak the truth.

"No matter how weak I am, I'm still a lot better than you. Ye Qi, you don't even know if you can enter the Nesher Realm or not!"

"Heh, for a person like you, even if you enter with that stupid head of yours, you would only end up in the same class as that good-for-nothing Zhu Xu!"

Sun Peifu was stunned for a moment. He reacted with a flick of his fan, while his fat face was full of malice. He slightly raised his head. He still felt a sense of superiority as he spoke.

Sun Peifu's counterattack was just a bluff. After all, the truth was right in front of him, and he could only show his might in front of the kids in his class and in front of the girls in his dorm.

On the other hand, the skinny bamboo stick Song Ru beside him silently walked towards the table where Qimu and the others were sparring.

His sinister gaze swept over Qimu's work, and a dark smile appeared on his face. He held up Qimu's calligraphy piece high in front of everyone, and asked in a loud voice:

"Student Ye, did you write this?"

Qimu looked at him coldly. Seeing his actions, she immediately knew what his goal was, but her eyes were filled with magnanimity. After all, the inner sect and outer sect could not be compared, and in terms of calligraphy, Sun Peifu and Song Ru could easily write one that was far above her.

"What's wrong?"

Song Ru laughed. His bones were thin like a bamboo pole and his character was vulgar as he said:

"It's nothing, it's just that the students appreciate each other. Just now, Student Ye just said that the gentleman is magnanimous. I presume that he would not mind it, right?"

Qimu glanced at Song Ru with a confused expression. With a calm tone, she said,

"Of course not, it's just that Student Song has been inside for a long time. For a calligraphy piece written by a person who just came to the academy and is still living outside the school, you actually see it. Ye Qi is speechless, Student Song, feel free to do whatever you want."

The moment these words came out, the mocking smile on Song Ru's face immediately froze, before twisting slightly. Wasn't he mocking him in a roundabout way?

He had been reading for a long time, but his level was still not up to standard! He actually thought that it was the work of someone who had just started out in a foreign land, and there was also something else that he could learn from.

Seeing that there were several students surrounding him, Song Kun's face was burning with anger. He raised his hand, but even so, he felt that it was wrong to continue holding it up. Thus, he was stuck in a dilemma.

However, Sun Peifu did not understand Qimu's hidden sarcasm. He saw that Song Ru was clever, so he was secretly pleased with himself. How could he care about such things?

Like a pig's paw, he waved his big fat hand and the golden fan opened up. He fanned himself a few times like Young Master Feng, then walked over to Qimu's work. He stared at her work and didn't conceal the mocking smile at the corner of his mouth as he arrogantly said:

"I thought those words that were praised by these kids to the heavens were written very well. Looks like the calligraphy skills of our academy are still needed to be improved."

"Ai, I wonder what the trend is these few years. It's not like back then when I was out studying."

"Ye Qi, do you want this Elementary Scholar to take a look at the words I wrote when I was five years old so that you can imitate them? Who knows, maybe after a few years, your calligraphy will be able to catch the eyes of others?"

"Whose words can't enter my eyes?"

Sun Bifu was talking happily. Suddenly, a few people walked out from the side of the road. A warm and strict voice was heard. Sun Bifu was frightened and could not speak anymore.

This voice, as the number one person in Class C all year round, he was very familiar with it. It was Liu Fuzi, who never stepped out of the bamboo house!

Shouldn't Liu Fuzi be at the Agility Lake area right now? Why did he suddenly run over here? It's over, Liu Fuzi actually heard him talking to his classmates like that!

Liu Fuzi was an amiable person, but he did things fairly and clearly. He disliked the open rivalry between the students. He always valued harmony and supported each other.

"Sun Bifu, why aren't you saying anything?"

Everyone came to their senses and greeted Liu Fuzi one by one. Liu Fuzi smiled in response, but stayed where he was and asked Sun Peifu in an indifferent tone.

"I... I... Actually, no … "I …"

Sun Bifu lowered his head and his lips trembled. He wanted to cry but no tears would come out. He stammered but couldn't find a reason to do so. At the moment he wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and crawl into it!

Sun Peifu was shocked by Liu Fuzi's voice. Ever since Liu Fuzi walked over, his fat head had always been lowered. Now, he was even more troubled on the inside because he didn't know how to answer Liu Fuzi's question and didn't notice any changes to the people around him.

Without exception, the eyes of all the students, from the students in the dorm to the students in the dorm, were focused on a young man standing side by side with Liu Fuzi.

The teenager was wearing an embroidered black robe with rolling clouds embroidered on his sleeves. He was tall and slender with a white jade fan in his hand. He fanned himself elegantly and every move he made would bring shame to others.

At this moment, an extremely faint smile could be seen on his exceptionally handsome face. His eyes that were like blossoming peach blossoms stared at the crowd. It was as if there were ripples in the spring water as he gazed at the flowing lights, captivating one's soul.

What an elegant and elegant young man!

Amongst the crowd, Qimu, who was the most knowledgeable and indifferent, also had a trace of admiration flashing across her eyes.

This youth was clearly a beloved child of God. His facial features were as handsome as sculptures, but his loose and elegant temperament gave off a natural noble aura. It was as if he was a god, an existence that would cause others to look up to him.

She, who had never judged people by their appearance, had set a precedent for this young man.